The smell of wood and paper take over my senses as I step into a little room I like to call my paradise.
The sound of the rustling of paper as I turn over the pages of my book excites me.
The touch of the hard bound book is all that I am aware of as I float into the abyss of an alternate reality.
The sight of billions of books on never ending wooden bookshelves is all that I wish to see forever.
The taste of another world where my life seems so insignificant gives me a sense of satisfaction that only a book can.
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PoetryA disconnected mosaic of thoughts from the deepest corners of my mind expressed in the only way I know how..in short, a collection of poems. Highest rank #21 in Poetry
